Buds are opening at last. The long wintery wait for the first buds of spring is fading into satisfaction.
One of spring’s joys is its timing. The opening comes little by little.
It is tentative at first, like the first warm breezes blowing in from the southwest which bring softness to the air, and carry an earthy sweetness in them.
Some buds open a bit, and then close again at sunset. Their petals curl back in to protect the center.
They open only when the day is fine and almost warm.
Other buds open ever so slowly, but once their petals have unfurled, they are committed. Whether they last a week, or whether the wind comes along and shatters them sooner; they remain open to what comes.
They stand ready for every little bee and flying insect who will visit.
Our stark wintery silhouettes are blurring.
Spring’s lush costume pops out of hard woody stems as buds swell and suddenly burst open, releasing tiny leaves and bright petals.
The leaves grow a bit, day by day, as the mystery play of springtime unfolds; flower by flower, sunrise after sunrise, act by act, finally climaxing in the high greenness of early summer.
But we are still at the beginning, the opening, of the high drama of winter’s transformation into spring.
All the beauty and magic is here. It is happening all around us, now. We need only remember to look, to breathe, and to enjoy the show.
Words and Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014